Shaman from Afar

"You said that you gave him to me."

The cold moonlight covered Dalton's robe with silver, making the stiff face even more invisible: "He is my apprentice."

"But I didn't affect your authority." Peter, who was still smiling, pushed his glasses: "I just expressed some concerns and gave some suitable help."

"But he is not worth it, Dean Peter." The dark-faced Dalton Kander stepped forward, his hands behind his back: "We have an agreement with him, and I will complete everything above the agreement. To train him to become a qualified caster in exchange for his service to the Academy, but that's all! "

"You are doing redundant things, I know better than you-he will never take himself as a part of Wimpar." Dalton was very determined: "No matter what you want to give him, he will not worth it!"

"I guess from the beginning you knew that they couldn't succeed, right?" Peter asked somewhat helplessly: "So just stand by and let them give up?"

Dalton didn't say much, but it was also the default of the other party's words.

"Try to think of Loren Turin as your real apprentice, and then think about it. Isn't that a little benefit? Did Isaac Grantham collaborate with anyone before; or Ain Rand Will you be so interested in one thing? "

"Whether you admit it or not, he has already influenced your apprentices. Dalton Kant, try to believe him, is it not enough for him to use his life to serve the college to make you trust him?"

After being silent for a moment, Dalton shook his head: "I can't believe him. As for his influence on Isaac and Ain, it was only because it was more beneficial to him-he was using them, from following Ain. Going to the academy, to getting the high-level spell of 'beyond perception' from Isaac's mouth, and this time, it's all evidence. "

"I will give him what he deserves, and reward him for his contribution to the academy. But as long as I am still there, he would n’t want to usurp anything that does n’t belong to him from here-I wo n’t take him really for me apprentice!"

"Dalton ..."

"Master Dean, please remember what is hidden in our college!" Dalton directly interrupted Peter's words, and for the first time nervous expression appeared on the cold face: "Please don't forget, once discovered, What are the consequences-if you really care about the college ’s survival! "

This time, it was replaced by the Peter's language.

"I just try my best to protect the college and you." Dalton turned his back to the old man: "We are always under the supervision of the Holy Cross Church, and caution is always necessary!"

Silent Peter stared at the figure of Dalton Kander quickly leaving, sighed helplessly, his eyes struggling.

...... Pushing open the wooden door of the laboratory, Loren looked at this not-so-large room with some curiosity-the long case in the middle occupied most of the space and was filled with large and small alchemy tools. On the right side of the long case, there are three crucibles of different sizes, on the left side are bookcases and material boxes, all kinds of weird things.

In the center of the long case, there is an object resembling a dagger, which has been disassembled into a blade, a hilt and a weight ball. There are some small parts stacked on the side. Loren can only see that it should be a screw-like part.

The little wizard was lying next to the long case intently, devoting himself to engraving the runes on the silver-plated sword blade—not even realizing that Loren had walked in.

However, this did not surprise Loren. Although he did not have much contact with alchemy, he knew how difficult it was to engrave the runes. He had to master a spell completely, and he needed an absolute connection between the wizard and the spiritual temple. Even a slight fluctuation in the heart can cause failure.

Not only that, in fact, most of the alchemy products need to be run with a rune, and the level of the final result is almost reflected in the hand of the alchemist. Considering that most alchemists do not pay much attention to exercise their mental strength, an alchemy product with a perfect rune carving process will become more and more precious.

And what really attracted Loren's attention was not the work of the little wizard.

Usually wears that **** robe almost all the time, and "hidden" himself in it. From the beginning to the end, he is the little wizard who looks like a skinny little apprentice, as if he will be ignored if he is not careful.

And now standing in front of the long case, capable and confident, is the real alchemist genius, Ain Rand.

The long blond hair became a single pony tail, leaving only a few "unyielding" hairs curled up on top of the head; the wide robe on the body was also replaced by a much slimmer long-sleeved jacket, making the slim figure look more Hair looks good.

Although I have never seen Ain caring, the soft and white cheeks are still very delicate. A pair of wide-framed black-framed glasses is placed on the tip of the small nose, making the sapphire eyes hidden behind the lens smart and bright, even There was a little more wisdom.

Lorren leaning against the shelf of the bookcase slightly tilted her mouth, waiting in no hurry, or admiring the "landscape" in front of her. After all, it was really rare to see this small wizard like this.

After a long time-maybe three quarters, maybe five quarters. Finally, Ain, who breathed a sigh of relief, was like a vigilant cat, as if he noticed a slight voice behind him, and turned his head inadvertently, and found that Loren was always looking at himself with a smile.

Then he immediately froze, and a hint of indignant red flooded his face: "Lorren, what are you, when?"

"Sorry, I just don't want to disturb your work, it means nothing." Loren, who smelled some "dangerous" rush to remedy, stepped forward and bowed her head apologetically: "But it looks like you are done? "Shifting topics is always one of the best solutions.

"Uh ... That's right!" The dumb wizard who no longer thought for a second nodded immediately: "There is only one last step left to assemble it, which probably costs ... you, you are watching what?!"

"It's nothing, just a little curious. Of course it might be abrupt to say that." Loren raised a smile on his lips: "But if Ain is a girl, I'm afraid all the apprentices in this college will fall under your pomegranate skirt. .UU reading www.uukanshu.com "

"True, really nonsense! What the **** are you thinking about ?!" The color of shame and indignation stained Ain's ear, and panicked left and right: "The wizard will never accept female apprentices, which has already been spread. For hundreds of years, even the fool of Isaac knew that the witch would only bring misfortune and disaster! "

What are you nervous about ... Lorren can only smile in his heart, and the smiling face is still unpretentious and sincere: "I just want to praise two sentences, after all, even girls may be jealous of you. of."

"For some reason, why do girls want to be jealous of me ..." Although it was still about it, this time the little wizard was not as strong as he had just reacted, and his red face hung down, as if to be hidden in his chest. Similar.

After a lot of effort, he turned his attention back to Alan, who was working in his hand. He let out a long sigh of relief, and picked up the delicate dagger in his hand with some trembling: "I, we ... finished. Actually. , Really finished it! "

This is a completely different weapon-the thin and sterling silver-plated blade is engraved with runes, and the solid bronze wrapped handle is enough to hold in both hands. It looks like a delicate decoration without any lethality.

But as long as it is held by a wizard, it can become a sharp blade of iron!

It is not from any master swordsmith, nor does it use some kind of unique meteorite iron ore; it is an alchemy product created by gathering the wisdom of three wizard apprentices and using the power of the void.

"I can't wait to give it a try." Loren took the "saber" from Ain's hand firmly but a little bit excited.

"Have you named it?"